New Year’s Eve in France

I once heard a story about how everybody in France throws all of their old furniture out of the window and into the streets below at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve. I waited up for it this year in France, and I did not even hear a squirrel chirp, let alone the crash of old couches, chairs, and tv sets.

“Lets throw something out the window ” Mira yelled at midnight. “Wade Grab something and throw it out the window ”

Our friends, whose house we were staying at, just clutch apprehensively to their furniture.

I suppose this was a French tradition that we would not be celebrating this year. But I think that it is a good tradition. The streets of France is so full of dog shit anyway that a few broken couches would probably just serve to clean it up a little. . . or at least mush it around.

But this New Year’s Eve would be celebrated Chilean style. With a good meal followed up with tequila, lemons, and salt. . . and my friend JessieAnne Salsa dancing and singing until six in the morning. Mira received her first tattoo from Sergio as we danced around them- frolicking and making jokes. It was a fun night, and celebrated just as a New Year’s Eve should be.

Friends. Fun. Singing. Dancing.

Wade from Vagabond Journey.com
Marrkech, Morocco
January 6, 2008